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Tuesday, January 7, 2014

Brrrrr....

This morning it was 37 degrees here in sunny Florida and I nearly froze to death walking the dog! The high today is expected to hit 49 degrees. And believe me, I am not used to this. And, OK, I admit, I am a wimp when it comes to cold weather!

So add to my daily caregiving duties: hauling in firewood, and tending a fire all day long...

4 comments:

I'm hearin' that! Although 37 degrees would be a sultry warm up from the current -15, add the wind and it's a nut freezing-cracking -25. Our high quality aluminum frame windows drip with condensation, adding to the ice chunks on the ledges. I remember to tell myself I am grateful FOR windows! lol. This weather leads me to muse about colonial women tending the hearth all day, every day - for if they didn't, there would be no food as well as no warmth. So Cheers! to the colonial woman inside you! p.s. I'm so glad we got to talk last week! :) No matter what's going on, underneath the layers of exhausted UGH-ness, I still hear one solidly powerful woman. Love you so! :)

Dianne sounds down right balmy down there. Can't imagine depending on wood fire to keep warm in the city though. My stroke association sells hand knit afghans to cuddle under ... popular this time of year.

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Bob and I were married 09/16/94. He is my soulmate, the love of my life. Bob is an artist and I am a writer.
On 10/20/10, Bob, following his doctor's advice, underwent a carotid endarterectomy. When I left him in ICU that night, he was fine and I thought in good hands. Two hours after my departure, a nurse noted on his chart that Bob's speech was slurred and his right arm was paralyzed. The nurse did not call a doctor. Later that night, the nurse noted that Bob could not move his right arm or leg, still a doctor was not called. The next morning, the nurse noted that he was paralyzed on the right side, a "12" on the Glasgow Coma Scale, disoriented and confused, but no doctor was informed. I arrived at 9:00 a.m. and immediately called for the doctor. He was rushed to surgery. It was 12 hours too late. The CAT scan showed 2/3 of his brain had been damaged. I was told he would not survive. Somehow, he did.
Bob was discharged from the hospital on 12/31/10 and, although the hospital wanted him sent to a nursing home, I brought him home instead. This is the story of our journey since that day. This is also a love story.
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